We have fled far from the loutish hordes who frequent Royal Ascot and who, if it weren't for their hats, might easily be mistaken for Millwall Football Club supporters. Those photo of two reasonably well-dressed, but very drunk ladies having a fist fight said it all. Whatever happened to a dawn duel with Prada handbags? Because we effectively become prisoners in our own home and have to hire security to protect our property, we didn't miss Royal Ascot at all. We would, however, have loved to attend the Barclays Capital fashion show and dinner which we are told was another outstanding success. With so many stunning, statuesque models cruising the catwalk, we could have shared a refreshing cold towel with our old friend and former colleague, Hans-Jörg Rudloff, as we members of the Heart By-pass Surgery Club are not encouraged to become over-excited.
July 05, 2002